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My stress level is through the roof right now. I never thought a stack of note cards could ever cause my heart rate to spike and send me into a panic attack. They're just paper that's been scribbled on with graphite, that's all. Breathe.
I just finished with my Spanish final, which I'm feeling pretty apathetic about. Tomorrow's comp lit final is my big concern. It's going to be a beast. 81 terms in Hindi and Sanskrit, four essays and a whole lot of "I'm going to flunk out of college"-ing. I know I'll be OK in the end, but I don't know that I'll be OK in the end. All I want to do is be home. I just want to get a summer job and not think about school or grades or life. Just me and my summer job, BBF for life!
Mom and Dad come and pack me up on Saturday morning, which makes me super happy to think about. I never want to live in a dorm ever again, nor do I want to step foot in a dining hall. I'm tired of steamed vegetables and poor excuses for meat substitutes. I'm tired of feeling like cattle being fattened up for the slaughter house.
I'm looking forward to Screen on the Green and various other fun activities that will make me feel happy in my heart, that will fortify my soul. I want to go record shopping. I want to eat at Las Palmeras and Willy's. I want lose myself in this summer, never to be found again by the world. Well, at least not until I move into my apartment in August. I imagine by then I'll want my independence back.
I just finished with my Spanish final, which I'm feeling pretty apathetic about. Tomorrow's comp lit final is my big concern. It's going to be a beast. 81 terms in Hindi and Sanskrit, four essays and a whole lot of "I'm going to flunk out of college"-ing. I know I'll be OK in the end, but I don't know that I'll be OK in the end. All I want to do is be home. I just want to get a summer job and not think about school or grades or life. Just me and my summer job, BBF for life!
Mom and Dad come and pack me up on Saturday morning, which makes me super happy to think about. I never want to live in a dorm ever again, nor do I want to step foot in a dining hall. I'm tired of steamed vegetables and poor excuses for meat substitutes. I'm tired of feeling like cattle being fattened up for the slaughter house.
I'm looking forward to Screen on the Green and various other fun activities that will make me feel happy in my heart, that will fortify my soul. I want to go record shopping. I want to eat at Las Palmeras and Willy's. I want lose myself in this summer, never to be found again by the world. Well, at least not until I move into my apartment in August. I imagine by then I'll want my independence back.